And the yellow earth in the depths of the autumn, the sky is bright and blue, as if it had been washed with water, and there was no cloud in half. The yellow soil beneath his feet was thick and soft, warmed and baking by the sun in the autumn, and the wind was blowing, and he rolled up thin dusts, with the smell of herbal herbs all over the mountains, and covered the entire village of south seo。
The village sits between the tumbles of the yellow earth, with a shallow guava of a bay, which is full of grass and roots, as well as herbs of herbs of every kind known and unknown. Most of the houses in the village consist of walls built from yellow earth, roofs made from wheat straw, tanned corn, peppers, lazy pups under the walls, sparrows falling on branches, and sometimes a few bright little rabbits, fat groundhogs, a kind of peaceful countryside。
Chen jianjiang is a well-known old pharmacist who lays down his life in the yellow land, knows herbs, knows medicine, and knows medicine. It is the ancient method passed down by his ancestors, and it is a man who has been rounded up for dozens of miles, but whosoever has seized chinese medicine, he must come to ask him about his path. He passed over the mantle, wrinkled like a gutter on the yellow earth, deep and gentle, and covered with cocoon on his hands, but was able to discern with precision the nature of every taste of medicine, and to hold on to every single fire that contained it。
As a child of the village, small stones traveled along with the old man, curious about the herbs that had grown up in the yellow land, admired the old man's incarnation of medicine, and wanted to learn the old medicine, to stay in the village, to guard the soil, and to help the people of the country to adjust themselves. As soon as the day was light, the rock ran into the yard of chen's old han with its heart full of questions。
As soon as i got into the yard, i saw chen sitting on a stone bench in front of him with herbs just taken from the mountain. At his feet, he gnawed on green grass, and several sparrows on the branches jumped and jumped, and from time to time pecked at the grains of the old man, even with his eyes on the walls, and sat still, as if he was listening to the sound of the herb。
Uncle chan, i'm coming。
Chang looked up, his eyelids bended, he reached out to the head of the little rabbit, and he opened his mouth with a smile: "is it too early for a little rock to get through the medicine?"
The little stone scratched his head, and he laughed: "you know me well, i went back yesterday, and i saw the medicine from the village's aunt, with the iron pots, and then i went straight to the pots, and i poured the pots with water, and i made it so hot, i didn't think it was right, but i couldn't say what was wrong, and i thought you knew it, so i came to ask you to learn from the beginning to the end."
Chen qianhan whispered, groaning, and took a dry licorice in his hand, and whispered, "our yellow land has been browsing from yellow soil, and the rain of the heavens and earth has grown, and every odour has its strength to heal, but can it survive, or can it survive, or can it survive, depending on the method. It's a shame how many people have taken good medication because of the fact that they're doing it wrong, they've wasted it, and the effect of the drug has been compromised. Today, i'll tell you from the beginning, and i'll teach you all about the meds that have been passed down by our ancestors, not just about the rules, but about how it works."
Little rabbits on their feet seem to understand. The foot of chen's pants, the sparrows on the branches, are quiet, scrambling their heads as if they were waiting to hear the medicine. Little rock was so busy with a little bench, sitting across the street from chen, sitting straight, looking so serious, he didn't want to leave a word。
“the first thing to do is to choose the right potion, which is the root, the root is wrong, and the back is useless.” chen put down his licorice and spoke first。
"does the pots work? In the village, the pot is used to make medicine, iron pots, aluminium pots, copper pots and even boilers. "the little stones are all confused and so busy asking。
"big mistake!" chen said, "our ancestors passed down the rules, the choice of the casseroles, the jars, which were made from clay in yellow land, the temperature of the sex and the sun, the heat, the temperature of the heat, and, most importantly, the fact that it does not react to the medicine's properties, so that the medicine can be brought out safely, without loss. Second, if there are no casserole cans in the home, the porcelain pots and glass pans can be used. The two instruments are stable and do not destroy the potency. They are just a little bit less green than the casserole cans, and the medicine is less effective.”
The rock listens carefully and asks, "why can't we use iron pots and aluminium pots?"
"think about it, this metal, it's hot, it's rusty, it's hot, it's hot, it'll react to the metal oxide on the surface of the iron and aluminium pots, it'll either destroy the active ingredients in the pots, it'll make the medicine less effective, or it'll produce something bad for the body, it'll not cure it, it'll hurt." chen's patient explanation was that he had reached his finger to the idle casserole in the corner of the courtyard, “you see this casserole, which is burned on the yellow soil, connected to the line of the land below our feet, and used it to make medicine, is the nature of the heavens and the earth, which is the reason behind the yellow land.”
The voice came out of the courtyard, and a number of squeaks were heard, as was the words of chan, and the rabbits were standing up their ears, lying quietly on the floor and listening to the intense attention. The little stone noded and kept that in mind, thinking behind its back that the village would never again be able to use metal pots to make medicine。
“the choice of the potion, followed by the treatment of the potion, and many people, as soon as they had it, wanted to wash it quickly, fearing that the mud would be dirty, a step that was the easiest to spoil.” lao han went on to say that the tone had slowed down and was full of experience。
"how can we survive without washing the medicine?" the little stone asked, and that was what he had been wondering。
“the medicine we buy on the market, or the medicine we take up the mountain, which is dryed and tanned, cleans itself, with only a small amount of dust on the surface, and must not be soaked and rinsed for long periods.” chen said seriously, "you think, the flowers, the leaves, the seeds, the roots of the potion, especially the herbs with the aromatic herbs, it's soluble in the water, you take a bath, all of it goes into the water, then you pour it out, and it's useless. And those tiny seed-types, washed away by water and wasted. If there is so much dust, wash it quickly with fresh water and pull it out of the pot without further delay.”
And he said, "you see, these herbs, they just swung to the surface, and they didn't have to go to the dry parties to wash them. The essence of the washing is that it is fast, that it is not disabling, that it is the rule left by my ancestors, that cannot be broken.”
Before the little stone came on, looking carefully at herbal medicine, and remembering the point of cleaning it in the heart, it became clear: “i always felt like i had to wash it clean, and i never thought there was so much to talk about it, and i almost did it wrong.”
"take care of the medicine, then impregnate, and this step is the key to the cure. Chen went on to say, “put the finished medicine in the casserole, fill it with water and soak it for about 30 minutes. It is only when dry medicine is fully watered, its cells rise up, and then boil, that its effects are released. Especially those that are root and strong in the form of roots, a little bit more bubbles, which make it easier for them to survive, if they are herbs, if they have plenty of water, if they have a drop in the water level, and if they have enough cold water, they don't have to be replaced.”
While talking, a few bees were buzzing into the courtyard, falling on the wild flowers in the courtyard, and gathering nectar, as if they were attracted to the pharmacological experience and were reluctant to leave. Lao chen looks at the living and smiles on his face, and the little creatures on the yellow earth, like the grass and the humans, are part of this land and are one and the other。
"it's time to boil it with water. It's also a matter of learning. Chen went on to explain that the tone of the speech was flat: “the water of the fried medicine must be clean, smellless and clean, and clean, and the wells and springs in our village are the best. When water is pumped, it's just two to five centimetres from the surface. It's too little water, it's easy to dry up, it's too bad, it's not working; it's too much water, it's too light, it's too bad, it's too bad, it's too bad, it's too bad, it's too bad, it's too bad, it's too bad, it's too bad, it's too bad, it's too bad
And the little stone listens to it and writes it in his heart, and asks, "how will the fire burn when the medicine is prepared?" i see some people cooking with fire, others with fire. What is it?"
"this fire is the soul of medicine, and it is written before and after." chen said, "the fire is the fire, the fire is the fire, the water is burned with the fire, and the medicine is hot; when the water boils, it becomes a fire, which is small, slow, slowly boiled. It's hot, it's cold, it doesn't make it dry, and it's a little bit of the active ingredient in the potion, and it locks it in. If the fire continues, the water evaporates too fast, the medicine is dry before it's ready, and it's easy to hold the medicine down, and the medicine can't drink it, and it hurts.”
"isn't that different medicine the same time? Little rock was too busy to ask, and he knew that different herbs, different sex, must have been prepared for different times。
"you're right, the medicine is different, the cooking time is different, i'll tell you more." chen noded, explained patiently, “first, we'll have our usual generic medicine, and then we'll have our head burned open, then we'll have 20 to 30 minutes of it, then we'll pour out the soup, and then we'll have two years of fresh water, and then we'll have 15 to 20 minutes of it. The second is herbs, which are light and smelly, such as mints and fragrances, which are volatile, have to be boiled for shorter periods, 10 to 15 minutes after the head burns, 5 to 10 minutes after the first frying, 5 to 10 minutes after the first frying, long boils, the fragrance is scattered, and the effect is gone. The third type, which is a cure, is mineral medicine, thick root and root medicine, which is hard in the ground and difficult to get out. It will take a while, after the head burns, 40 to 50 minutes, and then 30 to 40 minutes, no matter how many, after which, to get it out of there.”
Chen old hampton went on, and he said, "well, one set of pills, it's better to go twice, a mix of head and second-fried soup, the most evenly, the best drink, the best frying, the only time that the medicine is not working. It's too wasteful to come out of this yellow land. It's hard to waste every penny.”
At that point, the dog outside the courtyard stood up, shaking his tail and screaming two times towards a distant field, as if as if it were a reminder that there were some special medicines, and the cooking methods were more sophisticated. The little stone reacted immediately, and asked, "chen, i know that some of the drugs can't work with other drugs, and there's a special way to cook."
“you're alive, you're smart, and yes, some of the drugs are special and have to be dealt with alone, which is what we used to call special frying. Chen smiled, and then a little bit, “the first one was first frying, like ore, shell, too hard, and the second one with a little bit of poison, like adjuncts, first in the pot, for about 30 minutes alone, then other medicine, one in which the hard medicine worked, the second in which the toxicity was reduced and the other in which it was safer. The second is, when the aromatics, impotent potions, and other medicines are ready, put them in, boil them for a few minutes, turn off the fire, and when they last. The third type consists of bundling, such as pollen, small seeds, and medicines that can easily stimulate the throat, wrapped in gauze, then struggle with other medicines to avoid the fuzzyness of the fluid and prevent the stimuli of the throat when drinking. The fourth is to make other meals, and the expensive medicines, such as ginseng, have to work alone, get well and mix them with other medicine soups, so that the effects are not absorbed by other slags and wasteful. The fifth type is closed-up, which can't be cooked directly from the pot, so that the hot soup that is prepared will be washed in and melted slowly, otherwise it will be stuck to the bottom of the pot and burned.”
Old man chan spoke carefully and the stone listened to it, so that every special way of frying was kept in mind and could not be partially omitted. He looked at the herbs before him, as if every taste of it had spread out in the casserole, and it had become more and more clear to him, as if it were a simple medicine, and every step had hidden the wisdom of the ancients, and had hidden the truth of integration with the yellow land and the grass。
“the medicine is ready, not just for drinking, but for the method, the time, the temperature, and the taboos, otherwise the efficacy of the drug will be compromised.” lao han went on to say that the medicine science was shared with the stone。
“first of all, the two pharmacological soups must be evenly mixed, divided into two or three, and taken in the morning and in the morning and in the morning, so that the pharmacological power is smooth and better. If a person whose throat is not well and who is easily vomiting, a small number of times is required to drink slowly, so that the soup is fully exposed to the disease; if a person who is vulnerable to nausea, chewing a ginger before taking the medicine, it can be relieved; and if the medicine is strong, it is necessary to drink at once and concentrate on the cure.”
“the second is the time of taking medication, which is below the chest, such as spleen, liver and kidney diseases, as well as the medicine to replete the stomach, which is easily absorbed 30 to 60 minutes before the meal; the disease above the chest, such as headaches and throat pains, which is consumed after the meal; an irritating medicine for the intestine, which is half an hour after the meal and does not hurt the intestine; a drug to remediate the body, deworming, perforation, which is used well in the abdomen; and the medicine of the anxis, which is used to sleep before sleeping.”
“the temperature of the medicine, most of which is warm, between 30 and 37 degrees, is not hot, does not hurt the stomach; the medicine for cold, cold, warm, helps to sweat; and the medicine for the cooling, detoxification, anti-stoking, can be cold and more effective.”
“the last thing is the mouth, when you drink chinese medicine, you can't eat cold, greasy, spicy food, and you can't eat beans and meat that's not digestive, or it can affect the efficacy. A person with an oedema cannot eat salt, or drink tea for blood supplements. If he takes herbs, he must have more than two hours apart and cannot eat them together.”
The sun slowly rises to the top of its head, warmly and in a small courtyard, the warmth of the yellow soil, the aroma of herbal herbs, the vibrancy of the little spirit, and it's interwoven, so sweet. The little rabbits were full of grass and were asleep at chen's feet, and the sparrow fell on the stone table and pecked two grains from time to time, and the little bees were still busy in the bushes, with the whole yard in peace and peace。
“thank you, mr. Chen, i've finally learned all about the cure, and i'm sure i'll tell the folks from now on that, so that everyone can get ready for it, drink it, don't spoil it, and get fit.”
Chen is pleased with the nod of his hand and he's slapping the shoulder of a small stone, and he has a strong tone: “good boy, we are born in yellow earth, we grow in yellow soil, we feed on this water and soil. This is the medicine that the ancestors have left for us. If you learn, you have to keep it safe, pass it on, treat every taste of medicine with your heart, help the people of the country with their disease, honour the gift of the yellow earth, and live up to its will.”
The wind passed through the courtyard, blowing through the yellow earth, carrying the scent of herbal medicine and drifting towards every corner of the village. The grass and the onions, the water is clear, the small animals play their own games, the yellow soil is rich and fertile, and they feed everything。
This is the law of hundreds of herbs, hidden in the thick of the yellow earth, and the warmth of the grass, and the reason that man and nature live together, passed on from generation to generation. May the security guards, the grass, the living and well-being, the strong and well-being, the long lives, the years, the years, the years, the years, the years, the days and days of peace and happiness be upon us
